Date: Sun, 24 Mar 1996 03:08:47 -0600 From: The Other Immortal Subject: "Eternal Champion: Dead Fish" 1/2 "Eternal Champion" was created by Wicked Cousin Tippi. I'm borrowing it for the moment. The Mass Murderer lists are the creation of Cousin Celeste. I'm borrowing the idea. This is a continuation of the EC party in "Eternal Champion: The Sequel", from my point of view (sushi and all). It was also written at approximately 4am, while I was under the influence of Tricodene cough syrup. Consequently, Tippi's is much better. FK was created by James Parriot and Barney Cohen. I only borrowed the characters. No copyright infringement intended. Now, prepare yourself to enter the strange world of my brain. I take no survivors. Take notes, there will be a quiz at the end of class. "Eternal Champion: Dead Fish" Susan Schaefer part one of two I was covered in glue and sushi rice when they showed up. I nudged Thor. "Who're the aristocrats?" He just shrugged, dived back into his papier mache. I blindly worked on my own wolf as I got a look at the invaders. They were both male, pale, blond and blue-eyed. They also wore as much black as me (something usually not found outside a funeral). Pretty cute, they were, especially the one with the buzz cut. Oiy, 'twas a good thing my bf was at home; Thor closed my hanging-open mouth, leaving a large piece of newspaper on my chin. Shaking out of it, I went back to my wolf. It had a leg of salmon roe roll. I don't think anyone saw when I plucked it off. No use in wasting good fish eggs. Sushi, gotta love it. Even makes Elmer's glue edible. "Hey, guys, this is Nick and LaCroix," Tippi shouted. She named us off. I waved, two fish eggs still stuck to my hand. "Are you sure this is an Eternal Champion party?" Nick, the one with more hair, looked a little nervous. Maybe he wasn't a real big fan. "Nonsense, Nicholas. As our gracious hostess said, it's tradition. And they *are* wolves. Have some fun for once." LaCroix rolled up his sleeves, sat down next to me (I am ecstatic to brag). "May I join you?" "Uhhh... sure. Sushi?" I offered him the plate. I was at the moment munching an ama-ebi, a.k.a. raw shrimp. He smiled. "No, thank you. I prefer my food... a little fresher." Sigh. "Well, the fish tank's in the next room, but Tippi already warned us about the piranah." "Piranah only attack in schools of five or more," he stated matter-of-factly. Oh, great. "You sound like an ex of mine (horrid gagging sound). Anyway, she's got 13." "Ah." "Yah. Sake?" I handed him some salmon. "It's fresh." Heck, fishy blood was oozing out of it I think. "Well, okay." He pulled the fish off the rice. Y'know, that really wasn't the point of nigiri... Sigh. I finished the rice, grabbed a glob of wet paper. Nick had been watching us for a few minutes, finally sat next to LaCroix and tried to make a wolf. It looked like an obese beaver. "Need some help?" Duh. "No, I can... uh, please?" Twenty minutes later most of us had at least a couple of decent wolves. Ruth Bader Ginsburg had nine. Nick had something sort of like a wolf. One of mine had fish-egg eyes. LaCroix's were all eating network execs. "Cool. I like." "Thank you." He looked at Nick, "Well, there's hope." Nicky-boy went paler. "Don't worry, Nicky," I grinned. "It's not like you knew Michaelangelo or anything." The look I received was very decidedly odd. I have to admit, the party gained a _very_ interesting facet with tose two around, and not just 'cause I've the filthiest mind on Earth. Nick was cool, if a little angsty and the fact that he acted like he had a brick stuck somewhere; I knew there was a wild man hidden in that curly little head of his. LaCroix, though, was... WOW! I don't care if he pretended to be a perfect gentleman around all us "ladies". Duvalier, in the flesh. About as drool-causing too. He could be my lycanthrope any night. (NOTE: Seth, luv, if you're reading this, YOU DIDN'T SEE THAT.) I'm not sure if I was being too obvious flirting with him (was I, guys?). My version at least: chatting, offering him sushi, piranah jokes, finding out his favorite net areas. Turns out he's the Listgod for the Mass Murderers zones. We'll say I was subscribed pretty quickly (oh, Tippi, danke for the computer time that night!) 'Kay, back to the party. Bad Sister Phoenix! Bad, bad! Good episodes that night. "Be My True Love," "Sakura," "Black Champion." And, of course, the blooper reel. Blooper reels are too good. Nick was being a stiff, and I mean walking dead stiff. He took it too seriously. Wolf 200 proof. I cite some of his (mumbled) additions to the quote list: "That's not funny." (Duvalier making a shrewd anti-Nathan comment. WE thought it was good.) "You have no respect!" (To us, paraphrased many times.) "This is an insult!" (Blooper reels.) It was when he said something about rather sleeping with fishes that I'd had it. I handed him a tray of sushi and ran to get the fish tank. I came back a few seconds later (without the piranah, of course. *I'M* not stickin' my hand in there, especially after eating sushi). Everyone had moved around after the bloopers. Tippi was just putting "Be My True Love" in the VCR. I was *quite* happy to note the only clear spot was next to LaCroix (no, Seth, you didn't read that either). Nicky seemed a little happier too. I guess he liked the episode, 'cause he hadn't touched the sushi. Cousin "Susan" Phoenix phoenix@ionet.net **MSTie Mad Scientist Somewhat-Extraordinaire** *I'd be nothing if not cold.* ~~~Nigel THE VAMPYRE GRILLE The Secret's In The Sauce! Date: Sun, 24 Mar 1996 03:08:55 -0600 From: The Other Immortal Subject: "Eternal Champion: Dead Fish" 2/2 I snagged the plate back, humming "Princes of the Universe" for no apparent reason. I'd've air guitared it, too, but cleaning up raw, dead fish isn't my idea of fun. I plopped on the couch at the opposite end of LaCroix. He nodded in my direction (evil grin). As the tape started, I noticed _how_ pale he was. Oiy, I can't even get that with greasepaint. For an hour I actually watched EC more than him, munching on large amounts of tako and caplin roe. Oiy, that flashback! Just the thought : Duvalier, all the fancy clothes, all that fur (and people ask how I can stand Seth)! All that sushi. (I like raw fish a little too much, okay? Almost more than Daddy at times. For those non-EC-literate of you, that's Duvalier.) I ended up stretching out on the sofa like Melodie's cat or something. I accidentally (not) nudged against LaCroix in the process. "Sorry." "Not at all." Dang, he had a great voice. This guy could even be on SARK radio. "Thank you." I forgot to mention: I tend to think out loud. I swear I hadn't, though. "Uhhhhh... bitte." Oiy. I'm intelligent (note heavy sarcasm). What next, was I gonna ask if he was a werewolf? "Not quite, my dear." Okay. THAT was too weird. I definitely did NOT say that out loud. I curled back up into my little ball for the rest of the episode. Telepaths get me a little edgy sometimes, especially when most of my thoughts about them aren't quite G-rated material. I still kept an eye on him. Sometime during "Sakura" I caught him eyeing my SARK shirt. "What faction are you? Raider?" "Nah. Full-blood Sister, and hope to live forever." Another odd look from him there. This guy was weirder than *I* am. Ah, well. No reason to be unfriendly. "Are you my Brother?" "No, I tend towards the Dark Wolf." Pity. "Cool," what was I saying? "I'm a bit that way, but I'd have to go under Darkest Wolfie." Which is true. Just set Nathan into a Duvalier-type frenzy and I'm... uh, HAPPY. "Ah. So you are attracted to power, then?" "Like you wouldn't believe. Oiy, what I'd give to have full control of an army as they march to victory. Roman, maybe." Yes, I'm a megalomaniac, but I'm a good megalomaniac. I could tell I was a bit wild eyed at this point, and just a little (more) evil. "Roman. Excellent choice." Hmmm... historian? "But why did you say you'd like to control an army, instead of lead it?" Oiy, talk about obvious. "Because the guys at front are the first to die. If an enemy's gonna try to kill me, I'm getting to it before him, just so he won't have the satisfaction." I think I impressed him. Or scared him, it can be hard to tell. "Very interesting. I like the way you think. It's... sadistic." "I learned from the Marquis himself." Yeah, what's on the Bookshelf thesaurus. "I prefer to think that I taught him, personally." "Time travel or reincarnation?" "Oh, neither. Just a method of my own." Curioser and curioser... "I'll have to hear about that one sometime." He just smiled. Ya better smile when ya say that, Pilgrim. Sorry. Oiy, I can't do John Wayne impressions. I sound more like Mae West... sorry. I'll get back to the topic, professor. Half-watching EC we started chatting about the nature of time, which led to ancient military tactics, mathematics, art, the Black Plaugue, and whether pink bunny or Taz slippers were better. I swear, he knew all this too well. "You sound like you actually lived through all that. What are you, a vampyre?" "Perhaps." "Heh." I stuck my bare arm out to him, a mocking grin on my face, daring him to take a bite... He promptly put two holes in my inner elbow. "Ah." I wasn't mocking him anymore. Tippi, I _definitely_ need to thank you for inviting me to that party. He looked up at me, eyes a greenish-yellow, fangs sliding back into his gums. "Satisfied?" What the heck. "Ah, no." Maybe that wasn't smart. "But if you are..." He grinned. I'm *REALLY* glad no one got up for more chocolate. Well, to make a long story short, I found out he was actually the Rosebud guy I'd been talking to for three months via e-mail. We excahnged phone numbers, addresses, and so on (SERIOUS long distance, folks. I'm gonna get to use my calling card for once!). He and Nick left around 2am. Nicky seemed really proud of LaCroix about something. Did he know what LaCroix was? Nah. Couldn't've. Oh, yeah. Seth, ya might wanna get a neck guard. I've developed something of a biting fettish since then... ******************************************************************************** Comments, flames, and virtual strait jackets to the address in the sig. Cousin "Susan" Phoenix phoenix@ionet.net **MSTie Mad Scientist Somewhat-Extraordinaire** *I'd be nothing if not cold.* ~~~Nigel THE VAMPYRE GRILLE The Secret's In The Sauce!